When 2012 started, I made a few resolutions, which isn’t something I typically do. But I decided January 1, 2012 was as good a time as any to really commit to myself, so I started on that day.

I’m not going to tell you all of my resolutions. Hell, I’m not even going to tell you all of the specifics of the one resolution I need to talk about to make my point. All you need to know is I set myself a big weight loss goal, and then I took a chunk of that goal (more than 50% of it) and made it my goal for the year. Because the key to being successful is being realistic.*

My goal has never been to get “skinny,” whatever that means. I have no desire to be a size 2. But there are a few little things I’ve kind of always dreamed of having.

No, not long legs (because I can’t change my short legs).

No, not a tiny ass (because I kind of love my bubble bum).

Collar bones.**

That’s right. Collar bones. Clavicles. I don’t mean I want them jutting out of my chest or anything. But mine never even used to show, and I think it’s so sexy to catch a little glimpse of collar bone. I can’t explain why. I don’t think I need to.

Just look:

I don't
I don’t
think
think
I'm crazy.
I’m crazy.

(Yes, yes, I like boobs, too. Blah blah blah.)

Anyway, this is my weird way of making a point. And that point is this: ladies (and gentlemen), let’s all start 2013 off right and treasure all of the little things we love about ourselves, because (A) all of those little things add up to one big thing, and (B) somebody out there is pining after one (or more) of the little things, whether it’s your collar bones, your dimples, or your “perfect” hair that you’re always irritated with.

Embrace yourself as you are. Not for the day, or for the year, but always.

What's up, 2013?
What’s up, 2013?

xA

P.S. Holy sap-monster, Batman. Movie of the week, here I come. But seriously.

P.P.S. If you’re wondering, I hit my goal for the year. And I surpassed it by a wee bit, so hey, head start on 2013.

*Bam. A free piece of wisdom. You’re welcome.

**Yes, I’m aware I’ve always had collar bones, smart arses.

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